The poet ends, yet the world keeps going
We spin round and round and round
Can we carry on this double life
That wasn\'t meant for us to live?
Do we live free stupidly?
Or do we take advantage of our souls?
There is a lot of history
With me and you
And I can\'t define romance
Unless it\'s in a jar
You whore; why am I this whore
Who\'s all alone in her feels?
For love is stupid anyway,
Where is my soul when I need it?
Last night was a crash course,
Why did I interrogate the stars?
For the stars are wide in unison
I will not dare to go far,
Oh where is this romantic getaway that
is death?
I write on a piece of paper
The shadow of my fears
But the words never appear;
Am I too horny for a living bird,
Or do I fall in a pit?
For romance sucks anyway
Don\'t pit my roses against the grain
For I am a grain of salt
Living on an empty counter
With one strand of hope
For my fears are valid, can\'t you see?
For history repeats itself all the time
And my mother is gone
And I have no one
To tell me that love sucks.